Thursday, October 9, 2008

Whenever we travel to Europe, I am always on the prowl, looking for door knockers. Most are found on old doors in very old, small villages. I stand there, lightly touching the knocker and imagine how many people in the hundreds of years past have rapped on the door. Perhaps they came for a visit and a cup of coffee. Perhaps they came to bring good news to the family. And, perhaps, sad news that one can only imagine.

I do not usually frequent antique shops, but I would love to own one of these beautiful antiques someday. Perhaps, not to put on my front door, but to put in a shadowbox frame to admire in my home. Someday, I want one of these beautiful knockers for myself.

Just catching up on some of your older entries and getting acquainted. Hope that's okay. When we traveled in Germany Ole also fell in love with knockers. His favorite was of a hand holding an apple that was the knocker. As luck would have it we've never found a duplicate but will certainly snatch it up if we ever do.